Trazyn's roaring complaints were utterly useless. After he finished cursing, his body stiffened, and the faint green glow in his eyes turned blue.
He silently sat back down, temporarily becoming one of Tzeentch's servants.
Yvraine felt uneasy at the sight, but then Isha's voice blossomed within her heart.
Tzeentch is just trying to scare people. Even if he wins this hand, he cannot remain active for long. We are all watching him.
Yvraine sighed in relief, her movements as she held her mahjong tiles growing lighter.
The battle between The Emperor and Tzeentch had already become a clash of soul power. Through the mahjong tiles, they guided surging forces into attacks against one another.
"If Nurgle were here, he would definitely love the color of this hand..." Tzeentch sneered twice, then pushed his tiles forward and shouted, "Self-draw! All Green!"
The lush green bamboo tiles lined up in a row, transforming into a deadly Catachan-like jungle that blasted toward The Emperor's realm of souls.
After withstanding the attack, The Emperor returned the same cold sneer.
"Since you like green so much, how about I return the favor?"
"Oh? Now that is something to look forward to..."
Tzeentch giggled. In the next round, he drew away several tiles in succession, leaving The Emperor's intended All Green hand lacking a crucial tile.
As long as he drew the Four Bamboo, The Emperor could assemble All Green and return the favor in kind.
His gaze hardened. The next tile he drew was Five Bamboo rather than Four Bamboo, but that was no obstacle to him.
As Perturabo's father, there were certain ways in which father and son were alike.
Under Tzeentch's teasing, mocking gaze, The Emperor tightly gripped the Five Bamboo in his hand and rubbed it fiercely between his fingers. The mahjong